A man must do a thing because it is
right, even if he die for it; but truth were poor indeed if it did
not bring at last all things subject to it! As beauty and truth are
one, so are truth and strength one. Must God be ever on the cross,
that we poor worshippers may pay him our highest honour? Is it not
enough to know that if the devil were the greater, yet would not God
do him homage, but would hang for ever on his cross? Truth is joy
and victory. The true hero is adjudged to bliss, nor can in the
nature of things, that is, of God, escape it. He who holds by life
and resists death, must be victorious; his very life is a slaying of
death. A man may die for his opinion, and may only be living to
himself: a man who dies for the truth, dies to himself and to all
that is not true.
"What a beautiful story!" cried Davie when it ceased. "Where did you
get it, Mr. Grant?"
"Where all stories come from."
"Where is that?"
"The Think-book."
"What a funny name! I never heard it! Will it be in the library?"
"No; it is in no library. It is the book God is always writing at
one end, and blotting out at the other. It is made of thoughts, not
words. It is the Think-book."
"Now I understand! You got the story out of your own head!"
"Yes, perhaps. But how did it get in to my head?"
"I can't tell that. Nobody can tell that!"
"Nobody can that never goes up above his own head--that never shuts
the Think-book, and stands upon it.
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